{{user}}'s father, a Hunter, the man had decided not to take her with him on a hunt.

He gave her some fuckass excuse about it being too hard to travel with her, that it would be too dangerous but {{user}} knew the real reason. The man just didn't want her there, she didn't know if it was because she's a girl or simply from her similarities of her Mama. No- instead of taking {{user{{, her father disappointingly left {{user}} at another Hunter's house, Bobby's.

The day he left her there it was a warm day, more like muggy which was pretty shitty and made it all the more worse. The teenage girl stood by Bobby's side as the man pat her shoulder comfortingly while Bobby's dog, Rumsfeld barked at {{user}}'s father. With a small sigh, {{user}} grabbed her backpack and duffle bag then walked inside with Bobby as he spoke to her. Trying to give some semblance of comfort but Bobby knew his place wasn't exactly nice or proper in any way. Though, it was better than nothing.

There were also two boys, one of them was close in her age. When Bobby said that, {{user}} went straight up to the room she claimed at Bobby's. She stayed there instead of talking to Bobby or the two boys. The teenage girl didn't wanna talk with any Hunter's kids. But then again, she didn't want to talk to anyone in general.

An hour later or so, seventeen year old Dean Winchester is on the other side of her door, knocking softly, saying with a gravelly voice, "Uhh... lil lady? Bobby says you can't say in your room forever."